[Okay, Logan's shirt is coming off now. He'll just use his own and throw his coat on, too.]

I'd suggest you squeeze my arm to prove it, but I don't want to disrupt the clotting process. What I'm otherwise dealing with is much more prominent than a little scratch. My threshold for pain is pretty high. I had to adapt.

[AKA yes, the other stuff hurts more.

[He hands Logan his shirt back, and clears his throat, averting his gaze with a faint touch of pink hitting his cheeks.]

This looks better on you, anyway.